“Fashion is about dressing according to what’s fashionable.” Style is more about being yourself. (Oscar de la Renta)

“Huvitav, kas mul sobiks sellistega käia?” küsis ema mult eile ise samal ajal mu karvase tutiga Kriss Soonikuid jalga. “Miks ei peaks sobima?” küsisin ma vastu, sest need tõesti sobisid ta jalga, tema stiili ja tema olekuga. “Ei no ma ei tea, minu vanuses…” vastas ema. Ma puhkesin naerma. Mitte et tema vastus oleks naljakas olnud, aga viimasel ajal on blogides olnud juttu just eakohasest riietumisest, stiilist ja kuuluvustundest läbi riietuse, et see oli lihtsalt nii naljakas kokkusattumus. Ja pani mind mõtlema.

Mu ema on varsti 60 (täpselt sama palju “varsti” kui mina “varsti 40”), ometi on ta kaugel mutist. Tema jalas võiksid vabalt olla karvase tutiga roosad kingad. Minu ema kannaks need välja. Nii et oleks cool. Mitte nagu mõni meeleheitel koduperenaine. Samas mõne teise 50-60-aastase jalas võiksid need tõepoolest mõjuda naeruväärselt. Ja asi ei olegi isegi mitte vanuses ega moeteadlikuses – asi on inimese olekus ja tema stiilis. Näiteks olen ma ise netist küllalt vaadanud neid Irregular Choice “klounikingi” – jumalast vahvad kingad ju tegelikult, mulle pigem meeldivad kui ei meeldi, aga enda jalas ma neid ette ei kujutaks. Ma lihtsalt ei kannaks neid välja. Ma mõjuksin koomiliselt. Aga mõne teise jalas vaataks, et vau kui ägedad.

Sama on inimeste stiilide ja nö stiilsusega. Kui mina ütlen, et olen kampsun-tennis-stiili- kaltsakas ja peangi end keskmisest nabapluus-teksad-ülepõlvesaabas-tibist ausalt stiilsemaks (stiiliteadlikumaks?), siis ma ei arva, et ainult kamspun-tennised-kaltsakad on stiilsed ja kõik muu on nõme. On asju ja stiile, mida ma tõesti pean maitselagedaks, kuid on stiile, mis pole minu stiil, ent on ikka stiilsed. Appikene, kas veel keerulisemalt annaks seletada?

Näiteks meeldivad mulle naiselikud naised. Ja naiselik ei ole minu jaoks liibvuv minikleit ja dekoltee, sest keha on nii paganama kaunis, et lausa vajab näitamist. Mulle meeldib naiselik salapära või lihtsalt ülim naiselikkus oma väljapeetuses. Merle Palmiste. Mad Men´i Joan.  Cambridge´i hertsoginna Catherine. Mulle võiks nende riided selga panna ja juuksedki kenasti ära kammida, aga lillelises kostüümis või figuuri rõhutavas kleidis oleksin mina mitte stiilne, vaid mammi.

Liiga palju dekolteed ja kintsu ei ole mu meelest kunagi seksikas. Kuigi ma pean ühe erandi tegema. Ma jälgin Jana Hallase instakontot. Tema fotod on teinekord sellised hea maitse piiripealsed mu jaoks, ent ometi pean ma tunnistama, et ta on kaunis, kuradima seksikas ja igal juhul mitte labane.

Isver, ma vist kaldusin oma point´ist täiega eemale. Vist. Sest ega ma enam ei teagi, mida ma täpselt öelda tahtsin.

Mulle meeldib täiega “hipsterville-kaltsakas” stiil. Laiad, kõrge pihaga, robustse rihmaga kinni tõmmatud vanakooli Levi´sed, tennised/tossud/krõpsuga Soome tossud/Kommunaari kotad, kootud kampsun, oversized mantel… Vaatan neid inimesi ja mõtlen, et nii cool´id. Riietuvad nad siis kuuluvustunde, piirkonna või jumal teab mille järgi, aga nad on vabad ja lahedad. Kui ma paneks endale sellised riided selga, näeks ma tõenäoliselt välja kõike muud kui vaba ja lahe. Pigem mõtteu wannabe, kes ei tea, kes ta on.

Ja “hipsterville-kaltsakas” ei tähenda vaid suvalist väljaveninud ja putsude ning aukudega kampsunit ja suvalist särki. “Hipsterville-kaltsakas” miksib vana ja uut, kallist disaini ja second hand´i. Kui tal oleks seljas vaid suvaline Humanast skooritud üheeurone väljaveninud trikotaažkleit, siis see ei oleks lahe, vaid lihtsalt maitsetu. Saate vahest aru?

Kuigi ma saan aru, et maailmas ei muutu sellest, kas keegi on stiilne või maitselage, mitte midagi, võiksin ma sellel teemal heietama jäädagi. Ei, mu maailm ei keerle ümber riiete ja ei ole kõige olulisem teema mu jaoks. Mulle lihtsalt meeldib mood. Võib olla keskmisest rohkem. Ma ei ütle selle viimase lausega jällegi, et mina olen sellepärast moodne, vaid lihtsalt et mulle meeldib mood. Minu viimaste aastate täielik lemmik on näiteks Studio August. Ma ostaks võimalusel kõik tema kollektsioonid ära. Kõik. See on nii minu teetassike. Ja tehke või tina, mina pean neid riideid stiilseteks. Ergo…?

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Mulle meeldib ka suur osa Bastioni viimasest kollektsioonist, aga ma ei kujutaks suurt osa sealt enda seljas ette. Ometi peaks ma ka punaseid slim fit pükse kandvat naist stiilseks. Mari-Liis Helviku seljas on stiilne. Naabri- Lea seljas võib olla ka mutilik. Täna nägin üht “Bastion-kostüümi-tüüpi” naist. Pikad siredad jalad, tikk-kontsad, lühike must kleit, valge pitsak. Ilus oli. Isegi must Michael Korsi kott sobis ta käevangu. Komplekt oli kena.

Tommy Cashi “post soviet rapper ” stiil on ka äge. Aga tema seljas. Mitte suvalisel Lasnamäe tüübil, kes vabal ajal bussipeatuses õlut kulistab koos sõpradega. Te ju ei kujutaks ette, et lasekite oma mehel panna selga kolm triipu vaid sellepärast, et tahate, et ta oleks ka äge. Aga sisimas on polosärk-slim-teksad-mokassiinid-vend. Ka tavaline mainstream võib olla stiilne. Kui see just ei ole midagi sellist, mida pakuvad kümned, kui mitte sajad, “butiigid” internetis. Või need sigrimigrimustritega trikotaažist suvekleidid, millega iga endast lugupidav keskealine Eesti naine soojamaareisile läheb.

Pikk ja tõenäoliselt segane jutt kokkuvõtvalt? Stiil ei ole vaid riided. Stiil on inimene kogu oma hoiakuga. 50-aastane Pipi vs Jana Hallas.

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“I wonder if these were suitable for me to wear” my mum asked while trying my fluffy Kriss Soonik shoes on. “Why shouldn’t they” I replied, because they really suited her, with her style and her being. “Oh well … I don’t know … in my age” was her answer. I burst into laughter. Not that her reply was funny, but recently I have read quite a few blog posts about how to dress according to your age, people’s style and the sense of belonging through clothing, and the coincidence itself was funny. Which made me think.

My mum will turn 60 soon, as soon as I turn 40 and she is anything but a crone. She could easily put on fluffy pink shoes and they would suit her perfectly. And of course she would look cool and not like a desperate housewife. And then somebody else in her age would put the same shoes on and look ridiculous. It is not about your appearance or fashion awareness – it is about your style your nature. For example, I have peeked couple of times those so called Irregular Choice “clown shoes” from the internet – they look cool and I rather like them not dislike, but I cannot imagine myself wearing them. It would just be too weird and I would look too awkward. But if somebody else was wearing them, I would be amazed.

The same goes with people’s style and stylishness. If I say I am a sweater-sneaker-style-tatterdemalion and think to be a bit more stylish (have more sense of style?) than your average shorttop-jeans-frenchheels-babe, I am not saying that ONLY sweater-sneaker-tatterdemalion is stylish and everyone else is not. There are things and styles I don’t understand at all, but there are also styles that are not for me, but still stylish. OMG, can it be explained harder?  

For example, I like ladylike women. Ladylike for me is not about wearing skin tight miniskirt and deep décolleté, because your body is so beautiful and needs showing off. I like feminine mystery or the ultimate femininity in its glory. Joan from Mad Men or The Duchess of Cambridge. I could put on their outfit and do my hair properly, but wearing a flowery costume or tight dress would make me look like a fatty and not stylish at all.

Showing too much skin has never been sexy in my eyes. Though, I must make one exception. I follow Jana Hallas (local celebrity) in Instagram. Sometimes her photos are just about crossing the borderline between good taste and looking sloppy, but I must admit, that she is beautiful, so sexy and not cheap at all.

Oh dear, I have gone totally of topic here. I think. I don’t even know anymore what I wanted to say.

I really really like the “hipsterville- tatterdemalion” style. Extensive, high waste, old-school Levi jeans that are tighten robustly up, sneakers/velcro shoes from Finland/clogs, knitted sweater, oversized coat … I look at these people and admire how cool they are. Doesn’t matter if they dress like this because of sense of belonging or because of the area they are or god knows why, but they look happy and free. If I was wearing something like that, I would most likely look anything but happy and free. More like “yet another wannabe” looking for her identity.

Hipsterville- tatterdemalion in this content does not mean a randomly stretched out and holey sweater or shirt. Hipsterville- tatterdemalion is mixing old with new, expensive designer clothes with second hand items. If she was wearing a cheap, 1-euro dress from second hand, this would not be cool, but just bland. Do you see the difference?

Though I understand, that nothing in this world would change just because somebody is stylish or not, I could talk abut this for hours. No, my world does not revolve around clothing and that is not the most important subject of conversation for me. I just like fashion. Maybe more than an average person. I am not saying that I am more fashionable, but I like fashion. My absolute favorite over the past couple of years has been Studio August. If I had the chance, I would buy all collections available. EVERYTHING. That is so my cup of tea. And I don’t care what you think, for me this is an example of very stylish clothing.

I like the vast majority of Bastion’s last collection, but I cannot see myself wearing it. And I would think that a woman wearing red slim fit pants is stylish. Mari-Liis Helvik would look stylish. The girl next door might not. Today I saw your typical “Bastion-type” woman – long lithe legs, French heels, short black dress, white jacket. It was pretty. Even wearing the black Michael Kors’ handbag suited her. It was beautiful match to watch.

The “post-soviet-rapper” style by Tommy Cash is also cool. But it wouldn’t be cool on your average John when he is drinking beer at a bus stop with his friends. You would not imagine letting your husband put on three stripes just because you want him to look cool when deep inside he is more of a poloshirt-slimjeans-espadrilles guy. Everyday mainstream can also look stylish. If it’s not something that hundreds of “boutiques” in the Internet sell. Or those multi-coloured and multi-pattern summer dresses, that every respectable woman would take with her on a beach holiday.

Long and messy story short? Style is not only about clothes. Style is the person in whole with his/her nature. 50-years old Pipi Longstocking vs. Jana Hallas.

 

 

 

 

“Make peace with your body”-bullshit

Ikka see paganama kaaluteema. Valus teema. Minu jaoks hetkel. Seepärast ka uuesti sel teemal soiun. Eile jäi mulle silma paar postitust kehakaalu teemadel. Ikka seesama vana hea “armasta end sellisena nagu sa oled” ja “tee oma kehaga rahu” ja “ma olen kõhnemana end palju koledamana tundnud”. Ma ütlen ausalt, et minu jaoks on see paras pullikaka või pea liiva alla peitmine, endale valetamine. Ma lihtsalt ei usu seda. Esiteks kui seda räägib sale ja supervormis inimene. Ja teiseks kui seda räägib ülekaaluline. Nagu ma siin mõnda aega tagasi kirjutasin, siis mu enda keha ajab mind hetkel öökima. Paks otseselt ehk ei olegi, aga tõsiselt vormist väljas. Iga hommik nuputan ma, mida selga panna, et neid “kurve” (et mitte ju otse välja öelda “rasvavolte” varjata). Pildile oskan ma vajadusel jääda nii, et keegi ei saa otseselt arugi, et mis ma vingun, aga kõik on vaatenurga küsimus.  Vaadake ise kui erinevad on pildid.

 

Aga see selleks. Miks ma julgen öelda, et see “armasta oma keha sellisena nagu ta on” on jama? Ma arvan, et kui inimene ei ole oma keha(kaalu)ga rahul, siis mitte ei pea seda õppima armastama, vaid tuleb midagi ette võtta. Olgu selleks rasvaimu või dieet ja trenn.

Mina otsustasin rohkema liikumise ja tervislikuma toidu kasuks. Ei saa öelda, et ma hetkel mingeid muudatusi näeks, aga ma püüan. Püüan, et saaksin end peeglist vaadata ilma riieteta nii, et ma ei tahaks nutma hakata. Ja et mu laps ei laulaks mulle “emmel on suur kõht”. Kuigi peab tunnistama, et selle “laulujupi” viis oli üsna kaasahaarav ja jäi pähe kummitama;)

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“Love your body.” “Make peace with your body.” “Love yourself no matter how you look.” “It doesn’t matter if you’re +/-15 kg if you love yourself.” In my opinion it’s just bullshit. Skinny people ot overweight people in denial talking. If you are not satisfied with your body, you don’t have to learn to love it, you have to do something. At the moment I hate my body, it’s not exactly fat, but definately out of shape. I saw myself in the mirror and didn’t like what I saw. So I started to move more and eat in a more healthy way. Hoping to see the results in the end. Not be ashamed in bikinis. Not to have my daughter sing to me “mommy has big tummy” (in a very cathy way btw). Every morning is a battle to find clothes that fit and don’t show the outofshapeness (scored this outfit for 8 euros from @sarapuukirbukastallinn, bag is from another triftshop for one euro) 

Hidden treasure. And where? In Moelv?

I have taken the train from Oslo to Lillehammer thousands of times since 1997, but not once during these almost 20 years have I been to Moelv – a small town before Lillehammer and I have always thought it´s one of those ghost towns with now people and no life. I don’t know where I got it from, but this is what I have thought about Moelv for 19 years.

Two months ago we moved to Ringsaker and instead of driving to Lillehammer, we now turned to a road via Moelv. Can you imagine how surprised I was when I saw main street in lovely evening lights and people walking on the street? It turned out Moelv is a charming little town. I felt ashamed. And then I saw this house. Cafe Johnsen ( http://artdeco-retro.no/om-oss/)

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Cafe in an old house, together with a retro/art deco second hand shop. I am a sucker for places like this. I dream of having a small café+shop  just like that. It has always been my dream. And there it was – like a dream. In Moelv. Town I had thought has no life. I had no idea that a small treasure like this could be hidden there.

During Easter Holiday we decided to pay this shop/café a visit ((we live 15 km from Moelv) . My friend said they have the best homemade cakes there. I love cakes. More than life. So of course we sat in car and drove there.

You know, I actually have no words to describe this place. It was beyond belief. It was like a secret world hidden in children’s fantasies, a world that opens when you knock on that mysterious door in the cupboard. It was like a Villa Villekulla full of most amazing old things. A Poul Henningsen lamp was one of the first things I saw. Have I told you that I have another dream? No? It includes an Artichoke, a Swan and Danish Design. Yes, I mean an Arne Jacobsen chair and Poul Henningsen lamp.

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This shop is without one of the coolest shops I have visited. Unfortunately the prices for me (at the moment!) are unreachable, but seriously if you like old things this is the place to visit. The owners have an extraordinary good taste. I am sorry my photos are not with the best quality, but just to give you a hint, here are some examples of things they have in their selection.

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It was hard not to notice this painting. For a second I felt like a teenager. Or a desperate houswife. Wait a second? But I AM a desperate housewife. No wonder this painting caught my eye;)

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We have an expression in Estonian “like an Elephant in a China Shop”, I looked at my 2,5years old and kind of felt she is the elefant from that expression. A cute one, but still an elephant. I was afraid she will break something extreamly valuable, so we headed back to the café part.

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Oh, wait – before we go to café, take a look upstairs. The chairs, the coach…Do I need to say more? I don’t know if they live there, but it sure is full of warmth and love and of course good taste.

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And then the café. When I said one of the first things I noticed was the Poul Henningsen lamp I actually lied. The first I noticed was one of the owners who greeted us with the biggest smile (he recognized my friend) and asked if we would like to have coffee and home made “rullekake”. Ida received an ice cream. As said, the café looks like Pippi Longstocking is living there and as a huge fan of Pippi, I of course liked the café as well.

“But I have to go and tell Gerhardt that you are here”, Bjørn says and runs up to the second floor. A minute later his (life)partner comes down. He’s barefoot and casually dressed, but looks oh so elegant. He smiles like a diva, greets us with hugs and compliments my scarf. I am in love! Too bad I am married. Okay I am kidding, but these two gentelmen…They are so charming. (Note to self: perhaps I should visit the shop tomorrow?)

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We eat the cake (which is delicious!), chat and as little fashionista is in a bad mood we thank for us and leave the magical world of Art Deco . The two owners continue with their everyday work…

Make sure you visit them when you are in Moelv. Or in Lillehammer, take the extra trip to Moelv. Don’t be like my who judged the town for 19 years without even being there.

Artdeco Retro
Åsmarkvegen 10 (Klikk her for kart)
2390 Moelv

Telefon: 91 56 50 17
Epost: 91565017@online.no

(Note to self: maybe I should move my shop to Moelv. It seems to be a cooler/more hipster town than Lillehammer?)

Three of the photos used in this post I borrowed from their homepage. I hope they don’t mind.